"Quickly, restrain him!" Moody and Flitwick burst into the Great Hall, slamming the heavy doors shut behind them.
Flitwick immediately cast a powerful Binding Curse on the doors. Although it wouldn't hold Quirrell indefinitely, it might stall him.
"Moody! What's going on? Is it that Dark wizard?"
Two figures in Ministry of Magic uniforms entered from another doorway—Aurors who had previously been with Moody and Tonks. They'd rushed over after hearing the commotion.
Moody didn't have time to explain.
Thump!
The doors behind them rattled violently, the crash echoing like thunder.
The next instant, with a deafening roar, the doors exploded inward. The Binding Curse shattered as an enormous silver giant stormed into the hall.
It roared like a god of war. Its shimmering silver scales gleamed menacingly in the candlelight.
The Aurors' faces turned pale. They raised their wands and unleashed a barrage of spells. Lights of various colors burst forth, raining down on the giant.
But every spell bounced off its silver hide. Not only were they ineffective, but the reflected magic hit the Aurors themselves, knocking them to the ground.
Despite the surprise attack, more Aurors flooded into the Great Hall—half of them now on the scene.
"Everyone, don't attack directly! Use Transfiguration to wear it down!" Moody's commanding voice cut through the chaos.
He remained calm despite the dire situation. Slamming his staff to the floor, he conjured a waist-high earthen wall to block the charging creature. Then, grabbing Flitwick, he dashed toward the center of the hall.
The Aurors quickly obeyed. Though stunned by the silver-skinned creature that Quirrell had become, they followed Moody's orders, spreading out to avoid friendly fire from the rebounding spells.
None retreated, even after seeing the giant's terrifying resilience.
"That thing—an Inferius created by the Dark wizard. I don't know what he fed it, but it's insanely strong and spell-resistant. Use physical force!" Moody warned.
"Spread out! Don't let it hit you head-on!"
"Roger that!" came the unified response.
Aurors, trained for battle, quickly adapted. They launched a guerrilla assault, casting Transfiguration spells to change the terrain. Stone walls, pillars, and pits sprang from the ground, forming barricades.
But Quirrell—now a beast—was faster on all fours. He leapt over obstacles with ease, his claws slicing through stone as if it were paper. His immense speed and brute force made him nearly unstoppable.
Then disaster struck.
An Auror named Derlis attempted to transfigure a table into shackles to trap Quirrell's claws. But Quirrell spotted him.
With a flash of silver, one of the giant's claws swiped toward Derlis—fast enough to cleave him in half.
Bang!
A thunderous crash rang out. A knight in full medieval armor, mounted on a warhorse, charged in, shielding Derlis from the blow.
The knight stood like a fortress, halting Quirrell's deadly strike. Gasps filled the hall.
Until now, only Professor Flitwick had been able to hold off Quirrell in close quarters, thanks to his Super Armor Charm—a powerful shield with a two-meter radius that could block attacks for several seconds.
Now, more knights appeared—stone warriors with broadswords and warhammers—emerging from all directions. They closed in on the silver giant in tight, tactical formation, fearless and unwavering.
The giant roared in rage, flailing wildly, but he was surrounded and driven back by the relentless knights.
"Looks like you could use a hand," came a familiar voice from the doorway.
Moody turned and smirked. "You're late, McGonagall!"
Professor McGonagall stood at the main entrance, robed in dark green, wand in hand, eyes sharp.
"Late? I evacuated every student before coming! This is fast," she replied, lifting her chin proudly.
Her wand traced elegant arcs in the air, commanding the knights with graceful precision. They moved like a real army, surrounding and suppressing Quirrell's monstrous form.
The hall echoed with clashing weapons and ferocious howls. The floor shook, dust clouded the air, and streaks of magic lit the scene. The giant's movements began to slow—its stamina draining.
"We're almost there…" Moody whispered, a spark of hope igniting in his eyes.
Then the unthinkable happened.
The silver giant unleashed a guttural, thunderous roar. From its mouth erupted green fire—Fiendfyre—one of the most dangerous and uncontrollable dark magics in existence.
It engulfed half the knights instantly, reducing them to ash. The remaining knights collapsed in fiery ruin.
Fiendfyre swept the hall like a plague, a nightmare made flame.
Then, Quirrell turned his cold gaze on McGonagall—the greatest threat.
He inhaled deeply, gathering his dark energy, eyes burning with malice.
A green jet of fire shot straight at McGonagall.
It happened too fast for her to dodge. She barely registered the incoming flame.
At the last moment, someone leapt in front of her—Tonks.
"Protego!" Tonks shouted, wand raised, conjuring a transparent shield as she shielded McGonagall with her body.
The fire slammed into the barrier. Tonks staggered from the impact but held firm.
But it was Fiendfyre—too powerful to stop.
Cracks raced across the shield. Heat blazed through the air. Tonks felt her skin begin to burn.
The shield burst apart. Fiendfyre surged forward—
Tonks closed her eyes, bracing for death.
But the expected agony never came.
Instead, she heard the rhythmic beat of hooves.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap…
She opened her eyes and gasped.
The flames had swerved away!
A blond teenager on a pony had appeared, wand raised. He was guiding the flames with deliberate precision—diverting them past her.
She stood frozen, heart pounding.
His calm expression and piercing eyes exuded the confidence of someone long acquainted with death. He spurred his pony forward, gaze locked on the silver-skinned giant.
"Don't use spells! They'll bounce off!" Moody warned.
The teen only smirked, a trace of mockery in his eyes.
"Is that so?"
He raised his wand. A faint green light enveloped him. His focus sharpened, his will steeled like iron.
The Aurors recognized it at once. Their eyes widened.
"That's…!"
Before anyone could process it, the silver giant suddenly flinched—it felt fear.
The boy fired.
A soul-piercing green light burst from his wand like lightning.
It cut through the hall, through the air, and through the giant's heart.
"Avada Kedavra!!!"
The blast struck true. Silence followed the scream.
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